Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”,Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.,He handed the laptop to Nansong, “It's time to be yourself again. We've all been waiting for your return.”。